What does it mean when a man falls in love with a radiant face across the room? It may mean that he has some soul work to do. His soul is the issue. Instead of pursuing the woman and trying to get her alone, away from her husband, he needs to go alone himself, perhaps to a mountain cabin, for three months, write poetry, canoe down a river, and dream. That would save some women a lot of trouble.

I am proud only of those days that pass in undivided tenderness.

Poetry keeps longing alive.

You say to yourself, Well, this poem isn't going to be any good, but I'll write it anyway.

A lazy part of us is like a tumbleweed. It doesn’t move on its own. Sometimes it takes A lot of Depression to get tumbleweeds moving.

Adulthood has something to do with not choosing any of the pure points of view, but living about half of what you really want to live.

Reclaiming the sacred in our lives naturally brings us close once more to the wellsprings of poetry.